Sink the Pink

My week has been cut short by sick little Tuck. He's been running a low-grade fever since Monday night. I didn't really feel like driving to Cleveland tomorrow morning anyway. We're getting smacked by some nasty winds which means that Cleveland is probably getting smacked by an awesome snow storm. I could be wrong, but I don't care.

I've been reading two books with horrible titles. I want to wrap them in book covers just so I can read them on my own couch & not feel dirty. Problem is they're good books. The titles suck. First one is Visual Poetry by Chris Orwig. The book lives up to it's New Age-y name & is littered with poetry references. There are days when that's exactly what I need. A very touchy & ethereal feel to get my juices going. I bought the book because I thought it would help focus my Photography (that sounds so silly to me). I want to produce better pictures. Not to sell, but to remember when I'm a crotchy old broad. The first 4 chapters focus on creativity, poetry (duh), vision, & technique without preaching. The remaining chapters are workshops for Portraits, Children, Weddings, Travel, Actions, Found Objects. I read straight through until I got to the Weddings chapter. At this point of the book, I'll skip around. This is when I felt the book was talking only to Professionals. And I got sad again. I wish there was a book that spoke just to people that look at Photography as a hobby. Visual Poetry isn't a bad book at all! There were parts that I read to SK & said, "That's what I've been trying to explain to you." I'll skip the Wedding section, reread the Kids Chapter, & pick up where I left off. I'm asking SK for Within the Frame for Christmas. I flipped through it & had to force myself to put it back. I think that book might be my answer.

Second horrible book title is Personal Footprints. Don't you expect to find it sitting next to Sylvia Brown's latest? (I ever tell you I was obsessed with her in college? I used to skip class to watch her on Montel.) The full title is Personal Footprints for Insouciant Sock Knitters by Cat Bordhi. Still?! "Personal Footprints" is written real big on the top, so that's what people see. Ava tried to explain how the new book constructs a sock. I couldn't figure out what the hell she was talking about, but one flip of the book & I got it. You'd think there could only be a couple of ways to knit a sock. I did. Top down. Top up. Afterthought heels. Oh there's more! Knit the whole foot with a lifeline where the leg will pop out. Cut between the lifelines & knit your leg. Fancy indeed, but still a shitty title. Another huge plus of the new Bordhi way, no gauge swatch. You make a cut-out of your foot & try the sock on the cut-out. Sure, I might look silly sitting in the BMV trying a sock on a "foot" from an old cereal box. People might call me "Crazy". But at least I won't be doing it barefooted while waiting for a new license photo. I was called "Dirty" for that one. And she had no business throwing stones.

Lola

p.s. Here's a quick shot of what's going on inside our home for the past couple days.